A wellness-humorist. Yeah, that's a thing. All thoughts, words, pictures, and diseases are my own.
“Live every day like it’s your last.” It’s something you’ve heard before. It’s also something that has been ruined, for most people, because of the people who typically say it. You know, the “entrepreneurs,” the people who came up with YOLO and the guys who tan. They don’t mean the words because they don’t live
MEDITATION EXPLAINED… KIND OF (This post is written in response/supplement to Anthony Ranaudo’s latest post upon meditation. If you don’t want to read it again, or haven’t yet, it was great. It was great and in it he shared his personal experiences and routine with meditation. Check out his website and post here: http://www.ranaudo-baseball.com/2018/11/06/mentalhealthandmeditation/ )
I’m eleven years old and I’m playing soccer. It is halftime, and Nancy and Pam brought orange slices. As a team we are trailing 2 to 1. This is a big game—the Supershots have no chance at a division title if we lose this one. Coach Doug and Coach Bruce are leading an impassioned speech,
“Oh God,” Nancy pouted into the phone, “you’re not going to Asia again, are you?” I had just mentioned to my mother (Nancy), a book I recently finished, The Road to Character. The book, written by author David Brooks, examines the different measures of success, eventually working to address what is real and what is
Dress Run (New Orleans, LA) The Red Dress Run is a run for charity. It is a good cause and an even better time. Below is a personal account of my experience, from last year. If you haven’t attended, you should do so. Everything I do I do for charity… 8:45 – Cellular phone alarm
(#NationalRunningDay was last week. Apologies for a delayed, hashtag irrelevant post. My mom was trying to log into my Netflix account to watch Madmen but couldn’t figure it out. She needed my help, so I was late getting the post up.) Whenever a hashtag is involved, and something is trending on Twitter, it
A pained resignation, audible as a sigh, was all I got. Nancy was over it. When my mom found out about my tattoo—pretty substantially placed on the right arm and shoulder—I anticipated some fireworks. I anticipated them, and, really, kind of wanted them. But I didn’t get any. My name wasn’t removed from any will
To any friends from Facebook, sorry for cramming this in your face. Ignore it. I read a financial book and the message was that it would behoove me to make any products I sell more readily available. So, Via Amazon… … https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-millenial-playbook-beau-didier/1127562335?ean=9781387318100 (Barnes and Noble link listed above. Nooks are nice and B Nobes is
If you live in the Eastern part of the United States, you are very cold today. Too cold to be productive. … I don’t necessarily know if that’s true, but it’s how I feel. In that light, due to weather, I’m going to write a commemorative post about warmer times. Just few weeks back, in
The Flu, a Fort, and No Power in Atlanta (10 Most Memorable Moments and Takeaways) There was a recent inconvenience at the Atlanta International Airport: power was lost, flights were cancelled, and passengers were stranded. It turned out to be a pretty big deal and a lot of people were upset—Delta got shit on.
30.) How to tell if you’re that couple (not a good thing) (Relationships) To be clear, I’ve been that couple. I didn’t realize it at the time, but now removed a few years, infinitely wiser, I begrudgingly claim that disrepute (and take responsibility). Like the rest of this book, I hope my experiences and realizations
I haven’t written on Beauwritesgood in a while. I figured including an excerpt from my book that is almost up on Ibooks/Amazon is the best way to plug myself. I am very selfish. If you know me you know that. Also, to reference the title for this post, and the correlative picture, these are all
